Yes, they come in the mail. They are shipped from Minnesota, priority mail. They left the hatchery Monday night and arrived at our post office Wednesday morning, early. Brett jumped in the car and went down to fetch them while I put the finishing, welcoming touches on their brooder and turned on the heat lamp.
Brett returned home with our box of chicks.
They were smushed together in the small box, but all alive and chirping like mad.
We put them in their brooder, in Lucy's stall, after dipping their little beaks in water to encourage them to drink.
I also mixed up some bright green goo -- a mix that provided hydration and an energy boost to help with recovery after their journey.
So far, they are all doing great. All 17 of them. Brett and I negotiated on the number of chickens; I wanted fewer, he wanted more. He won that negotiation -- which is funny because I am a contract negotiator. You can't deny a man his chicks, though. And Brett does love chicks.
We have a mixed group of our favorite breeds: Rhode Island Red, Aracaunas, Cuckoo Marans, Buff Orpingtons -- and a new one: Delawares.